Sometimes, I write fictional scenes and stories about things and people I’ve observed. Years, I was in Manhattan, sitting at a coffee...

I’m a simple man, one who’s getting simpler with each passing year. I don’t know if that’s a symptom, a curse or a blessing of getting...

“All I do is invite people, and you all come.” It was an understatement of the highest order, spoken through tears of joy and gratitude...